Finding Home

“What we resist persists.” Death is such an unknown. We all want to dream as if we’ll live forever, but perhaps we should all aspire to live as if we’ll die today.

Finding Home
                by Odin Roark

So temporary
Earth's tabled destiny

The shifting tectonics of time
only know continuous evolution
rendering today's attachment
but tomorrow's adjusted divide

Most sense not
when disturbance begins
when spilled milk begins to teach
when failure signals wisdom

From cradle to grave
conditioning grows unabated
advancing through
preschool
elementary
middle
high
higher
finally granting
one's very own onion skin
reality's tenuous admission ticket

Perfect job
Do this
Lose that

Perfect relationship
Enjoined
Divorced

Unexpected seismic shifts erupt
innate calculations run asunder
passion's molten flow
fuses heart and mind

Eternity awaits
shackles melt free
unhappiness exits
flames cleanse bodily disease

Atop etheric wonder
smoke and cloud
transport ecstasy's confetti

seeking the first breeze to nowhere
the embracing calm of everywhere

Here

Existence sans time
day and night merge
with all that
was
is
and
will
ever
be

Welcome home